Something is afoot. Signs have started appearing, at least around my part of town, that say “Vote Them Out”. I am not sure who “Them” is but it covers all the bases with me. Gordon, Breslin, Tonko, Gilly and Chuckie.

“Bureaucratic poetry” the TU editors call
Those porky “member items” so dear to every pol.
Excuse me, but it doesn’t rhyme, have rhythm or have meter;
No dactyls or hexameters to mesmerize the reader.
It isn’t music to our ears; don’t soothe the savage breast
Or justify them saying: “Well, at least we did our best.”
Though every town throughout the state is teetering on ruin
Senators, Assemblymen are still intent on doin’
Business as per usual in neither prose nor verse –
It’s just the noise of everything on the way from bad to worse.

Edgar, thanks for the suggestion. I have, in fact, written a number of songs in the past. The only instrument I’ve learned to play is the Highland pipes, so all my songs, most of them celebrations of the State Troopers, are either happy Celtic dance tunes or stirring military marches. What we see going on here in Albany calls for the talent of someone like the late Tom Lehrer.